Chapter 133 The Son From a Super Wealthy Family

Hearing Zhe's offer, not even bothering with waiting for Long Fei's opinion, Liu Shuai and Hao Ning both nodded impatiently to show their approval. Hao Ning didn't like McDonald's, even if treated by Liu Shuai. He'd rather go home and have a bowl of Lanzhou Hand-Pulled Noodles instead. While Liu Shuai just didn't want to suffer a financial setback, even if it was only an amount as small as a meal at McDonald's. The two happened to coincide with each other so that the views of both Zhou Yuan and Long Fei were totally ignored.

Zhou Yuan didn't really mind that. He wouldn't feel annoyed by a meal of Italian dishes, which were not even accompanied by the struggling work of making up his words at the table. He was quite satisfied.

While Long Fei murmured, following the group, whispered to Zhou Yuan, "Zhou Yuan, since we're both gods, let's make it straight. Why Liu Shuai and the others prefer the so-called Italian dishes to steaks?"

"Do you think steaks are tasteful?" Noticing that Long Fei wasn't being funny by pretending a silly, he explained patiently, "It's weird of you to ask such a question. Don't you know why Liu Shuai resisted that? And you didn't have that, either, did you?"

"Why should I eat that?" Long Fei uttered without thinking and felt a bit embarrassed. He forced a smile, "I mean, although I don't feel hungry at the absence of one meal, Liu Shuai is a mortal, right? If he felt empty in the stomach, he should have eaten up the steak. It was a little tough, but still precious nutrition anyway. Oh, such expensive steaks, how long it should be before I can afford to treat the whole group with that..."

Long Fei, watching several guys walking before talking and laughing, he felt several twitches in his body, as if the steak was split from the formless fragrance flame of his Long God statue. He could never treasure it enough.

"It's right also to treasure nutrition..." Zhou Yuan lost his words for an explanation at the moment, "But what you treasure actually depends on what you possess. You save your money by scrimping, and you haven't been at work for long. But after being paid, you will know that a piece of steak of 15 yuan is..."

"That's nutrition as well!" Long Fei spoke forcibly out of his sense of righteousness.

"Yes, it is." Zhou Yuan smiled weakly, not intended to talk about that further, "How about...you treat us another meal after you get paid for this month? Let's see if you'll choose the same steak."

Zhou Yuan's words somehow made sense. Long Fei was hard up all the time, so a buffet of 15 yuan was already too much for him. But as far as he got his salary of over ten thousand yuan, he would change his mindset. It was the basement of finance that decided what to build above. The only thing was that Zhou Yuan understood such a truth, while Long Fei didn't at the lack of related experience. He had no consciousness of that, even if he was the Dragon God.

"Master Hao Ning," Zhe saw Long Fei and Zhou Yuan talking, caught the chance when Liu Shuai was on the phone and inquired Hao Ning in a low voice, "What's the relationship between the Dragon God and the bald sir? Oh... You said he was called Liu Shuai? Why I think Liu Shuai seems superior to Dragon God?"

"You're good at telling people and gods by sight." Hao Ning held back his laugh, nodded, and spoke one word of truth, "Liu Shuai is the supervisor of Dragon God."

"Supervisor?" Zhe looked blank. He'd never heard that the Dragon God should have a supervisor. Then he followed Hao Ning, inquired with uncertainty, "I don't know much about the system in God's world. Isn't that Taibai Jinxing who's known as Dragon God's supervisor?

"Taibai Jinxing? I think you look like a little idiot whose eyes filled with a golden star..." Hao Ning almost laughed at Zhe's ridiculous words, but he admired the imagination included as well. He turned back, watched Liu Shuai, the "Taibai Jinxing", pretended to be mysterious, "We're not allowed to leak any secrets of god. The more you know, the more likely you get exposed to danger. But one thing, we all call him no-haired immortal." After that, Hao Ning giggled. Liu Shuai has no hair, nor anything else on his head, literally a "no-haired" immortal.

"Oh, I don't mean to offend, really. You're a no-haired immortal? Though I don't know much about the world of cultivating for immortality, immortals should only be entitled to someone capable. I went too far. Please forgive me." Zhe signed the cross on his chest, and didn't realize it was a foreign custom until he finished, then he hastily put his palms together "Sorry for that."

"No worry. No-haired Immortal is warm-hearted, but hardly involves himself into any stuff on earth." Hao Ning realized that he was flattering too much, "As far as you aspire after the true kindness in your heart, you wouldn't be pronounced any fault."

The Italian restaurant wasn't far away, but it was cunning that it wasn't situated in a shopping mall but on the second floor of one building. Going through the entrance, Hao Ning got to notice that it should be a restaurant more private and more superior. Why did he always step into such unusual ones? Last time it was Zhang Dalong who led him into an interesting teashop. Now Zhe again.

Hao Ning fancied, amused. He saw that the restaurant was distinctive, contrasted to the bustling atmosphere in the hall. Even the waiters dressed up graciously. Zhe, taking Ye, hadn't come in yet. After seeing Zhe, waiters put on a serious look and said something towards the headset. Then walked out a plump foreigner, bowed to Zhe, and said in crappy Chinese, "Mr. Wang, welcome here. Is another party on schedule?"

"No need." Zhe was teasing and laughing with the group of Hao Ning in the elevator. Hearing his words, Zhe's face froze, and he had a lean smile at the man in return, which seemed as if the very last drop of water squeezed from a pot-cleaning rag, thin and meaningless. But the foreign man was still quite polite. Zhe said, "I'll treat my friends a meal. Everything should go as usual."

"Free of your worry. We'll close for tonight, only at the service of you and your friends." Finished that, he walked away.

"How sophisticated it is." Liu Shuai watched him leaving, in an affected considering face, "Even the position of manager is filled by a foreigner. The only small defect is that at his age. He may fail to understand the taste of youth nowadays.

"Eh..." Ye, still quiet, shook her head lightly, "Mr. Liu, he's the boss here. Of course, you can call him a manager, since they open only one restaurant in China."

"Boss?" Awkwardness on Liu Shuai's face, he found no words to sustain the conversation. Appreciative of Ye's word which liberated him from a deeper embarrassment, he smiled and shifted the topic, "Don't call me Mr. Liu. Liu Shuai is good enough."

They followed Zhe, and entered a private room fully made of glass, with pretty curtains hanged internally. They went in, and saw warm lamplight shedding on the wooden table, with several decorative trees placed inside. Though Hao Ning couldn't tell the trees, he felt the exquisite thought behind the interior design.

"Ah, excuse me." Zhe smiled in regret, cupped his hand, "Everything's so hasty that I can only treat you here. Let's go to my place another day. The chef in my kitchen cooks better."

"How's that? It's already nice here." Liu Shuai said mannerly. Although he wasn't clear with the fee level here, he could tell from the decoration that it wouldn't be cheap. Anyway, it was his gain tonight.

"Hao Ning, have a look." Zhou yuan tapped him and handed him his phone.

"What is it?" Hao Ning sensed that Zhou Yuan was a bit weird. He didn't talk a word all the way. Watching his non-kidding face, he peered at the screen, then his eyeballs were almost shocked to fall down to the earth. It read, "Soxxx Italian Restaurant, 8000+ yuan per person."

"Gosh..." Hao Ning glanced at Liu Shuai, who was still laughing and joking with Zhe. They were done, as he thought. Last time he met Zhe, they were just both eating at the bloody fucking restaurant. It didn't matter what was the restaurant really called. It was an ordinary restaurant anyway. But since now, Hao Ning bestowed a new title to it, the Bloody Fucking Restaurant. Hao Ning supposed that Zhe was rich, the level of which allowed him to treat them a meal of one or two hundred yuan per person. He didn't presume that he would bring them here. Was he planning an end of contact with them after the dinner? If they had to recompense him with a similar meal, whom of them could afford such an amount?

"Master Hao Ning? Master Hao Ning?" Bowing his head and buried into meditation, he heard Zhe called his name, and he raised his head, "What's it?"

"Your turn." Zhe was smiling at Hao Ning, still in that good manner. He felt that if Ye weren't there, Zhe could have made that smile with his face touching his.

"My turn for what?" He looked around, perplexed. Liu Shuai reminded him, "Self-presentation."

"Oh. I, Hao Ning, work in the Internet area." Hao Ning stated briefly.

"Ah, elites all love to hide themselves in the Internet industry." Zhe said with admiration and patted the table slightly, "Amazing!"

"Sorry, your full name is?" In spite of Zhe's flattering, Hao Ning's head was filled with the "8000+ yuan per person", and only decided to ask about his identity. If he had nothing to do with him, he wouldn't plan for a second meet after the meal.

"I..." Zhe hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Ye. She smiled back and said, "It's up to you. They saved us, so as far as I'm concerned, I see nothing to worry about."

"You're right." Zhe gazed into Ye tenderly, "I'll obey you." The warm voice got Liu Shuai a sudden shake as if a current went through him.

“My surname is Wang. Thus, my full name is Wang Shizhe." Zhe continued, "I'm a university student for now, and Ye's my girlfriend."

"Wang Shizhe, Wang Shizhe." Hao Ning murmured, flattering absently, "Good name. Only one character different from Wang Shiming."

Liu Shuai nodded, agreed in a smile. Wang Shiming was no one else but the son of President Wang, whom he had begged Zhang Chi Hang to save in Zhang Chi Hang's office at the price of 1 billion. He was a legend in the business world. If you called him a magnate that would totally flatter the word "magnate". He shouldn't have a problem ranking in the list of the top 50 richest people in China. So in turn, Wang Shiming was not only a son from a wealthy family but also a son who ranked top in his circle of the rich second generation. At that thought, Liu Shuai found some interesting points in the name of Wang Shizhe, too. Did his parents give him the name hoping to benefit from the reputation of Wang Shiming? So he joked with a smile, "That's a good name, Zhe. When you graduate and look for jobs, you can even pretend the little brother of Wang Shiming and gain some extra attention."

"No need to pretend." Zhe grinned humbly, with a weird beam in his eyes, "I am his brother."

"What?" Except for Long Fei who didn't understand the distribution of fortune on earth, all the rest burst out in astonishment, "You're the brother of Wang Shiming?"

"Exactly." Zhe, who seemed to have expected their reaction, didn't show any surprise. In his good disposition, he said, "I'm indeed Wang Shiming's brother. I shouldn't tell others. But as Ye said, we can be safe and sound all thanks to your help. So there's no need to hide any secret."

Hao Ning understood instantly, about why he dared to make a wish to Long Fei, and promise to rebuild his gold statue, accompanied with a surge of fragrance flame offered, why he had sent him a Porsche without a hesitation of a wink, and why the manager had come to receive him personally, saying something like "As usual, the party again". Anyway, nobody without some dignity would come to have a party in such a restaurant.

"It can't be!" Liu Shuai uttered instinctively.

"Why not?" Wang Shizhe stopped in surprise, and put out a photo he took with Wang Shiming, beaming, "Don't we look alike?"

"That's..."Liu Shuai watched closely and found that they really had some traits in similarity, and no traces of Photoshop was noticed. He glimpsed at Zhou Yuan, and tried to defend himself in a lame way, "First of all, we've never heard of a second son of President Wang, besides Wang Shiming. "Second, why would someone as dignified as you have dinner with us in a lackluster restaurant like that?"

Liu Shuai cast a glance at Zhou Yuan when he stated his second point. Zhou Yuan got that. Liu Shuai was actually repeating the words he presented when he lost his soul and became a god of gossip. He didn't presume that Liu Shuai would pick it up today and counter him indirectly.

"That's relatively complicated to explain, but rather simple as well." Zhe learned Liu Shuai's doubts, and light of thoughtfulness skimmed his eyes. Then he turned to Ye, scratching his head, smiled, "See? They don't believe me. Key to the first contradiction is that my family has been blocking the news of their offsprings in all ways before they enter society, in order to prevent any accidents. You didn't know about Wang Shiming until he showed up in the social world, right?" Liu Shuai and Hao Ning nodded at his words. It sounded plausible.

“But nowadays, it's not skillful to expose someone on the Internet," Zhe winked naughtily and continued, "but..."

"But to hide himself from the public on the Internet." Hao Ning completed Zhe's words. The sentenced was inscribed in his mind, which Zhang Chi Hang spoke when he first went to Zhang's Office, and they couldn't find any traces indicating the relation between Zhang Chi Hang and Avalokitesvara. Now it was verified by Wang Shizhe's mouth. Then Hao Ning got doubtful. He heard no one but Zhang Chi Hang said the words. If Zhang Chi Hang knew that, based on his familiar tone with President Wang on the phone that day, President Wang should know about that, too. Then Zhe's knowledge of the sentence could prove counter that he was the little son of President Wang.

Hao Ning felt confused at his thought. What happened to him? He was trying to establish the fact that Zhe was President Wang's little son based on such unreliable evidence. Or he had unconsciously admitted that Zhe was not an ordinary man?

"What a wit of Master Hao Ning!" Zhe praised, "As for the second one, Ye, if you'd like to state yourself?"

"Haha." Ye got a flush and pricked on Zhe's forehead with her fingertip, which reminded Liu Shuai immediately of Wen. He flipped in his heart and wondered how she was doing now. Ye continued, "Secondly, it was to answer his brother's expectation. When Zhe was first in university, his brother told him about his experience in university and asked him to be as humble as possible, pretend an ordinary student and never display his fortune. Meanwhile, as an old brother, he had given Zhe a copy of his precedents of being humble on campus and demanded him to follow."

"Eh, isn't that the usual in fictions?" Hao Ning smiled and nodded, in the meantime, he admired the brother for being so considerate to his younger sibling. But his consideration somehow confined Zhe's liberty.

Zhe could tell from their comportment that Ye had known about Zhe's identity very early. As Zhe said, he was still a university student, so he should stay humble until he graduated. Or if he revealed his secret to his girlfriend once he made one, and then it spread from mouth to mouth, how could they keep it confidential? Besides, even Zhe's brother wouldn't agree with him to clarify his identity to his unmarried girlfriend. Reaching the thought, Hao Ning asked curiously, “So how did you give yourself away? I mean..."

Hao Ning pointed at Little Ye and Zhe, "I don't think Zhe would tell you himself about his identity, right?"